Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.